(end of the story "The Experiment, or The Son - Heroin")

I sat on the sofa next to her, placed my right hand on her chest, squeezed it with my fingers. Then I moved my palm down, stroked the springy hair between her legs.

— Oh-h..." the woman sighed almost inaudibly, and I even flinched in surprise—brainless she might be, but she reacts to physical caresses! I looked at her face—she had closed her eyes and slightly opened her mouth. I wanted to remove my hand, but she suddenly opened her eyes and, taking my palm, pressed it between her legs. So she liked the sensation! I began to stroke and rub her perineum, and after a few seconds I felt

that her labia had become moist. Kneeling between the legs of my "mom," I braced my hands on the sofa and lay on top of her. Poking my cock into the hair, I found the soft curved slit with the head, pressed, and sank into the vagina. My cock was enveloped by warm, wet flesh. Damn!.. This is awesome! I'll fuck my mom as if she were real, and without any problems with the law or morality!

— O-o!" "Mom" let out a rather loud exclamation. I got very aroused, even feeling dizzy. Gasping, I rhythmically inserted my cock into "mom's" slippery hole. I came fairly quickly, feeling her vagina twitch inside. She came simultaneously with me—unburdened by moral concepts, the clone's brain did not restrain natural physiological reactions, and my "mom" fully enjoyed the fucking.

After resting a bit after sex, I began to amuse myself with "mom." What didn't I do with her! After all, she didn't care about anything, and pleasant bodily sensations only encouraged her to obey me. I put "mom" on all fours and then rubbed my bare ass against her plump buttocks. I inserted my cock into her mouth and moved it there, bumping the head against the smooth, ticklish inner surfaces of her cheeks. I took her hand and used it to rub between her legs; she quickly learned that she could pleasure herself and masturbated, leaning back against the sofa back and spreading her legs, while I, stepping back a few steps, watched this show and also jerked off, then approached her closely and slapped her "mom's" tits, trembling from masturbation, with my wet, pre-cum-covered cockhead, rolled her onto her side, lifted one thick white leg, and thrust my cock into the soaked and softened pussy. And of course, I kept staring at her, endlessly aroused by her absolute resemblance to my mom.

— Come on, mommy, let's do it again, like then... no, not like that... like this..." I spread "mom's" legs again, and she obediently, like a doll, got on all fours.

— There... you know, mommy, I've long wanted to stick it in your ass... now I'll do it..." I muttered, talking more to myself—she only responded with sensual moans and grunts. Biting "mom" on her thick buttocks a few times, I widely and lingeringly licked her pink anus, positioned the head, and fairly easily pushed my cock into "mom's" ass.

— O-o! Awesome! Say—my son is fucking me in the ass! Well?!" I leaned forward, grabbed "mom's" large udders, dangling and slapping against her body from our rhythmic connection.

— Say it!

But she only panted, meeting my thrusts by impaling her tight ass on my cock. Apparently, she was focused on the pleasure she was experiencing and wasn't up for talking. Suddenly, there was a crackling rustle from the ceiling.

— ...Mind if I come in?" Pak's voice came over the loudspeaker—we all have devices for it installed in our rooms here.

— Come in!" I panted loudly, continuing to pound mom in the ass. Yes, yes—now I decided to call her mom without quotes: not only was she an exact copy of my parent, but she also came into being from the biological material of my real mother, meaning she's not only externally but also biologically connected to my mom, she was grown from a part of my mom, so why not, I'll call her mom without quotes!

The door opened, and Pak entered.

— Continue, continue, don't stop," he said, but I wasn't thinking of stopping. These were interesting sensations—fucking—jerking off my mom in front of someone.

— As the researcher overseeing your case, I would like to join you... For the completeness and greater objectivity of the experimental observation. Do you object?" asked the professor. "Why not? This is even amusing!" I thought.

— No, I don't object," I replied. Pak nodded and quickly began to undress. Shedding his robe, he took off his jacket and, hopping and glancing at us sideways with a glint in his glasses, pulled down his pants. Then he freed himself from his underwear and hesitantly approached us.

— Be bold, professor! My treat!" I exclaimed mockingly, continuing to rhythmically push my cock into mom's anal opening. Pak, shuffling his feet, lifted his cock with his fingers and, after a couple of missed attempts due to mom's movements, hitting her cheek, finally managed to put his cock in her mouth. Mom began to suck on the sexual toy with smacking sounds.

— Ohh! Mmm..." the professor uttered a sound, throwing his head back, biting his lip, and closing his eyes. Watching with what relish my mom sucked this Korean's cock gave me an additional stimulus and aroused me even more. They looked with an amusing contrast—my large, fair-skinned mom and the short, brown-tanned Pak.

A minute later, we changed positions. I got tired of poking mom's ass and yielded it to Pak, while I lay under mom and, like a calf sucking her breasts, inserted my cock into mom's wetting pussy. The professor was fucking my mom quite actively, and her tits swayed, now and then popping out of my mouth and slapping my face. Oh, this warmth of the skin of mom's feeders! This soft belly sliding over me... I was so aroused that, after ejaculating sperm into the most inaccessible of vaginas, made accessible thanks to cloning, I didn't lose my spirit or my erection. After spitting out the last portion of milky thick fluid, my penis continued to stand in mom's vagina like a sharp little nail. And after a while, I started moving again.

The experiment dragged on until evening. And mom, all fucked out by two scientific-research perverts, didn't seem tired at all.

The next day, I continued mom's training. For successes, I rewarded her with the most pleasant sexual amusements, and soon she could communicate quite decently. Need I say that I tried to instill in her that she was my mother and I her son, and that our relationship was absolutely normal.

Days passed, Pak conducted various checks on mom, tomography, tests, took blood from her and me, compared something under a microscope. And I enjoyed mom to my heart's content every day. She adapted to normal human living conditions, and Professor Pak allowed her to live with me in my room. We walked around naked, and from time to time I approached mom to cuddle and suck her large soft breasts, or give her my cock so she could ticklishly lick it with her tongue, or throw her on the bed and explore the delightful relief of her perineum with my fingers and cock.

Pak continued to work; he worked a lot in general, he lived right here, in the company's premises. He had a tired look but a satisfied and mysterious smile. He explained it to me like this: "A surprise awaits you soon." What kind of surprise, he didn't tell me.

And one day, there was a knock on the door, and into my room, following the professor, entered... FOUR CLONES, ABSOLUTE COPIES OF MY MOM!!! Can you imagine?! For the first minute, I even felt dizzy.

— The research requires establishing psychological correspondences between different specimens of a clone of the same person," Pak declared. "Can you handle it?" he asked. Stunned, I nodded mechanically.

— Excellent! Proceed," Pak said, rubbing his hands with satisfaction, and left me alone with five, including the first, absolutely identical moms of mine. Who does he think I am, some sexual giant?! However, a contract is a contract; since I agreed to participate in the research, there's no backing out.

I undressed all my moms, stepped back a few steps to admire this ensemble. The sight, it must be said, was remarkable. Imagine: five naked women, ten hefty tits, multi-ass and multi-pussy. All women, like twins of my mom. That's when I remembered a sex trick I once read about called "The Star of the East." I lay on the bed, mom number one impaled herself on my erect cock with her vagina. Mom number two, like an umbrella, lowered her impressive ass over my face so I could lick the wet, smooth folds of her labia. Moms number three and four, holding my wrists, shoved the boats of my palms, like dildos, into the warm slime of their pussies. And mom number five got my leg, sometimes left, sometimes right. I immersed my big toe into the wet warmth of a vagina I couldn't even see, because I was buried under a pile of naked female bodies, a pile of my panting, squealing, sweetly fucking moms. I've heard that a woman with five or more children used to be called a "heroine mother." And I was a "child" who had five mothers, and in my situation, I could claim the title "son - heroin"... oops, I mean—son - hero. Who wouldn't be a hero: try fucking five mommies! And so it went—I lived with five moms, and we were all very happy.

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